When I'm out shopping, I normally park somewhere on the perimeter of the lot. I need the exercise provided by the extra steps, and I want to avoid squeezing into a space between two other vehicles. A few months ago, I went to Half Price Books and for some reason, the parking lot was filled almost to capacity. I had no choice except to slip my Jetta between two of those behemoth pickups that are popular with shitkickers and college kids.
The next morning, I discovered that the motherfucker driving the monster truck parked on my right (passenger) side had apparently swung his door open too vigorously and had put a dent in the rear quarter panel of the Jetta. Goddamn it, I love that car and seeing the dent caused thoughts of murder to stream through my mind. It wasn't a huge dent -- maybe four inches wide, three top to bottom. It was high enough on the panel that it must have been caused by a vehicle that stands taller than a Jetta.
Anyway, I'd been living with the dent for weeks, but every time I saw it, I got pissed off all over again. Then yesterday, while I was driving around listening to sports talk radio, I heard a commercial for a local outfit called Dent-Magic, advertising a body repair process that sounded like it was quick and relatively inexpensive. Last night I went online and watched youtube.com videos that demonstrated how dents are removed without any of the hassle that I normally associate with bodyshop repairs. I had been thinking of the Dent-Magic restoration technique as something to use after your car was exposed in a hail storm, but I underestimated the jobs they can handle.
To make a long story short, today I took the Jetta to Dent-Magic. They charged me a mere 100 bucks to make the dent totally disappear, and the technician completed the job in less time than it took me to walk 6720 steps (about 3.25 miles). I didn't have to fuck with an insurance claim or be without my car for 2-3 days. I told Dave, the Dent Magician, that he had made my Christmas. Consider this a glowing testimonial from a highly satisfied customer.
The next morning, I discovered that the motherfucker driving the monster truck parked on my right (passenger) side had apparently swung his door open too vigorously and had put a dent in the rear quarter panel of the Jetta. Goddamn it, I love that car and seeing the dent caused thoughts of murder to stream through my mind. It wasn't a huge dent -- maybe four inches wide, three top to bottom. It was high enough on the panel that it must have been caused by a vehicle that stands taller than a Jetta.
Anyway, I'd been living with the dent for weeks, but every time I saw it, I got pissed off all over again. Then yesterday, while I was driving around listening to sports talk radio, I heard a commercial for a local outfit called Dent-Magic, advertising a body repair process that sounded like it was quick and relatively inexpensive. Last night I went online and watched youtube.com videos that demonstrated how dents are removed without any of the hassle that I normally associate with bodyshop repairs. I had been thinking of the Dent-Magic restoration technique as something to use after your car was exposed in a hail storm, but I underestimated the jobs they can handle.
To make a long story short, today I took the Jetta to Dent-Magic. They charged me a mere 100 bucks to make the dent totally disappear, and the technician completed the job in less time than it took me to walk 6720 steps (about 3.25 miles). I didn't have to fuck with an insurance claim or be without my car for 2-3 days. I told Dave, the Dent Magician, that he had made my Christmas. Consider this a glowing testimonial from a highly satisfied customer.
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